Making Good on a Loan (Open for one female, please PM)

Cheryl kept herself shielded from his, and everyone else's view, at least as much as she could. She felt totally exposed, vulnurable, and totally slutty.

She watched Mancini undress, with increasing fascination. He had a well formed and manly chest, covered in dark hair, the contrast with Greg's bare chest made her think in terms of boys and men, with Mancini falling firmly into the latter category.

"I don't know why you would want to hide something so beautiful, Cheryl. You have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of...unless of course, that hot little pussy of yours is already wet for me. I can understand why you might not want Greg to see that."

Oh God!! She blushed to the very roots of her hair, his referene to her "hot little pussy" just seeming to be so ...... naughty. she never used that word, ever, not even in her own thoughts. She felt a strange pulsing deep inside of her, a throbbing almost, and she wondred what was happening to her.

Mancini removed the remainder of his clothes, revealing a body that could have graced the covers of GQ. Damn, he was hot. Strong muscular legs, tight, honed ass, defined abs, strong pecs, muscley shoulder, and a cock that would look more at home on a horse than on a man, at least in her opinion.

She whimpered when she saw it, and glanced from it, to Greg and back again. She indicated his dick "that's not going to fit!! Its twice the size it should be, it'll split me in two!" she cried, inadvertantly announcing to all that Greg was below par in the dick department.

Mancini removed her hands, revealing her nipples, hard as flint, and pushing her legs apart, he could see her inner thighs glistening with the dampness trickling from her womanhood.
 
All Thomas could do at her exclamation was laugh as he grabbed her wrists, pulling her hands away from her breasts, exposing them once more for his gaze, as well as those of his goons and her husband. Pinning her wrists over her head, he moved more atop her, and used his knees to gently, but firmly, pry her legs apart and push his body between them. As he did this, the swollen tip of his shaft came to rest against her cuntlips, throbbing angrily against them.

"I guess Greg must not have much downstairs," Mancini told her with an evil smile on his lips, his hazel eyes sparkling with wicked delight, "Trust me, you will be fine. Better than fine, actually." He held his cock there, threatening to push inside her at any moment, as he lowered his head, kissing and biting between her breasts, moaning with pleasure into her flesh.

The two goons also laughed at her comment, as Greg's cheeks grew red with embarrassment, which only grew worse when he saw that his wife was already wetter for Mancini than he could ever remember seeing her. His own cock was painfully throbbing inside his pants as he looked on, unable to deny, to himself at least, how hot she looked under the mob boss.
 
The throbbing inside Cheryl body was getting progressively stronger, and she suddenly realised, with horror that a part of her at least,, was incredibly turned on at being a public spectacle like this. She gasped in horror at the realisation.

The hot head of Mancini's cock pressed against her, then, taking it in his hand, he smacked her pussy with it, her swollen clit sending waves of sensation through her, making her moan, and arch her back, a little gush of moisture escaping her tunnel, as she lifted her hips helplessly toward him.

Her eyes sparkled with unshed tears, and she cried out as he entered her, not a cry of pain, or remorse, or sorrow, but rather one of surprised pleasure.
 
Mancini knew exactly what he was doing. Every time he had seen her in the past, at her husband's side, he had known there was a slut inside her, a filthy whore waiting to be brought out. And when he'd made the loan to Greg Perkins, it had been his intent, should the man not be able to pay, to do just that. Already, she was showing obvious signs of it now, her pussy soaking at his treatment of her, in front of her husband and the thugs.

Pushing inside her, though, felt amazing. She was incredibly tight, proving that his guess about her husband's endowment was true, and hot as hell, in addition to slick. It was an intoxicating combination, and he pushed in slowly, not to avoid hurting her, but to enjoy the feeling of stretching her that first time. His fingers dug into her wrists as he filled her, his eyes locking onto hers as he groaned loudly with the intense pleasure he was experiencing.

At this point, even the goons were watching with hot, envious eyes as their boss began to screw this gorgeous woman right in front of her husband, whose mind was spinning now. Greg was confused as hell, the different emotions running through his mind now a jumble as he watched his sexy wife being shown what a real fucking was like.
 
Cheryl arched her back, and cried out at the intense pleasure she felt at Mancini's enterence. His cock was fat as well as lengthy, and, as he pressed inward, he rubbed against sensitive areas inside of her, she didn't even know were there.

Instinctively, she spread her legs wider apart, wanting to grant him full access, as she pressed her tits against his hairy chest, rubbing a little left and right, abraiding them agaisnt him. She began to moan rhythmically, as Mancini rode her, taking more and more with each thrust.

Soon Cheryl was lifting her hips to meet his, then something strange began to happen, she felt funny inside, and she began to pant and whimper " wait, oh stop oh stop! I feel strange! somethings happening! I.....I ...... aaaaaaaaaa ghhh ohGod!! yes!!" she screamed, as her body orgasmed for the very first time, hot liquid lust literally gushng from her, as she came and came and came.
 
As he felt her nipples grazing his chest, Thomas grinned, enjoying the feel of her breasts being lightly crushed against him. Just as he began to build to a steady rhythm, though, she asked him to stop, and he felt her cunt clamp down on his cock like a vise covered in soft, wet velvet. Holding in place, he grinned into her eyes and urged her on, "You mean he was never able to make you cum, Cheryl? Not even with his tongue? That is a shame."

He didn't resume moving again until her orgasm had passed, so she could relax somewhat again for him to continue thrusting into her. Lowering his head beside hers, he whispered heatedly into her ear as his thick cock pushed into her once more, the swollen head pushing against her cervix, "You want to feel that way again, don't you, fucktoy?" The mobster then nipped at her earlobe and slammed into her harder, his hips making a loud slapping noise against the insides of her thighs.

Despite his revulsion at the situation, Greg was also incredibly turned on after seeing his wife's orgasm. He realized she had been faking it for him all along, but that didn't stop him from absentmindedly rubbing at his cock through his pants. The two thugs looking on saw him, and laughed, even though they, too, were clearly sporting hard-ons that were unlikely to receive relief soon.
 
So that was what it was like! Certainly she had never experienced that before, and now she could see what all the fuss was about!!

"You want to feel that way again, don't you, fucktoy?"

His words both humiliated and heated her, her passion spirriling higher and tigher.

"Yes, oh God yes!!" she moaned, all thoughs of her audience forgotten, she simply thrust her hips against the mobster, in counterpoint to his own thrusts, and she moaned and writhed under his expert attentions.

She felt her body reacting once again, and she moaned louder "again!! its happening again!! Oh, yes! harder!!"
 
He thrust into her harder at her urging, his cock throbbing wildly against her inner walls as they once again clasped tightly around him. Thomas was not sure he would last through another of her climaxes; it was one of the most intense pleasures he had ever experienced, and when she began to milk him again, he did not remain still. Instead, he continued pushing hard into her, increased strength necessary because of how tight she was getting around him.

It was not long, however, before he gave an intense, wordless growl and closed his eyes, fucking as deep into her as he could before erupting violently within her. Accompanying the spasms of pleasure she felt, there were hot blasts of his seed splashing into her womb, over and over again as his hips jerked with every spurt. When he had emptied himself inside her, Thomas panted hard for breath, grinning wickedly into her eyes as he told her, "Not as long as I would have liked, but with the way you came for me, that just couldn't be helped." He did not move yet to pull away from her, allowing his half-hard shaft to rest within her.

Greg's eyes were wide by this point, filled with arousal, shock, and humiliation. His wife had, toward the end, urged the mobster on like a bitch in heat, an image that burned in his brain as he looked on. The two goons likely would have jumped on her then, if they didn't know that the boss had laid a special claim on her.
 
As the mobster rode her hard and furiously, Cherly came even harder than she had before! She threw back her head, and screamed as she came, her juiced gushing from her and saturating his cock.

She had no concern about or even concept of the other men in the room, her husband included, the only thing occupying all of her brain, was her orgasm as she imploded - it dragged on and on and on, as Mancini this time, continued to fuck her for all he was worth.

Her fingers clawed at his shoulders trying to drag him closer and deeper into her, as she hooked her ankles around his back, silently encouraging him.

He pumped every drop of his seed into her, the hot jets sending little after shocks through her, making her shudder and moan.

When he ceased his movements, and her body gradually returned to normal, she began to become increasingly self conscious about the three strange men, including the man who had just brought her such pleasure, and her husband, and she began to gather her clothing around her, covering herself up, concealing he body from the four sets of hot male eyes ogling her naked, post climatic body.
 
As she pulled her clothing to her to cover herself, his cock slid from within her. Mancini chuckled, seemingly unashamed of his own nakedness, getting comfortable on the sofa next to her again, and reaching to pick up a glass of the wine she had brought out to drain it. Licking his lips, he then reached down to pick up his pants and grabbed his cell phone from one of the pockets before handing it toward her. "Program your number into it, Cheryl," he told her, his hazel eyes fixing on her again, "And know that if I call you, I will expect you to pick it up. Anytime I want, anywhere I want, I will have you." He didn't even add a threat about what would happen if she denied him, not that one was really needed.

Greg could not believe what had just happened right in front of him. There were times he had suspected Cheryl of cheating on him, but he could see now that this had not been the case, not after the way she had cum for Mancini. Not once, but twice. The thought still filled him with shame for his own lovemaking skills, and for having gotten her into this situation. Still, she had not needed to enjoy it so much. Watching everything silently, he had bitten his lips, despite how sore it was from being punched earlier. To his dread, he saw her programming her number into the mobster's phone.
 
Cheryl was totally swamped with shame. what the Hell had just happened??? Why had she not been able to control her body's reaction??? Mancini had the impression that she had had the time of her life!! She was unable to look at Greg. her husband who had gotten her into this mess in the first place, was now seething.

The tie, holding up the fron of her dress, had been snapped, and she held it up now with her fingers. she struggled with the phone, trying to put in her number one handed, and eventually succeeding.

She stood, wanting to get out of there, to shower, and dress, and as she stood, copious amounts of his cum rolled down her inner thighs, andn her body shuddered again with an orgasmic aftershock, and she clutched her well used pussy, the top of the dress dropping again, revealing her large tits to all in the room. Sheh wanted to reclaim her panties, but they were right beside her husband, and she did not want to go there now. As she turned, she saw one of the hoods, pick them up and sniff at them before pocketing them, and she blushed furiously, and left the room.
 
Thomas Mancini took his phone back with a lewd grin on his lips, and watched as his prize left the room, his cum running down the inside of her leg. Slowly, he began to get dressed again, pulling his pants back on, then his coat. He picked up his necktie, but did not bother putting it back on, instead stuffing it into his pocket. He noticed one of the thugs putting Cheryl's panties into his pocket the same way, and chuckled. "It was a pleasure doing business with you, Greg," he told the politician, patting his cheek before turning to leave, "Remind that sexy wife of yours to watch her phone." With that, he stepped out of the Perkins home to head to his next appointment, flanked once again by the two goons.

Greg sat there in silence for a time after that, seething and stewing in his misery. He was furious with Cheryl, but at the same time felt horrible about having put her in the position she had been in. It was a mess, and it was his fault, but she had not needed to react like such a whore when Mancini had used her blatantly. Finally, though, he shook his head and stood up, following after Cheryl to go check on her. He had no idea what he was going to be walking into, but he did need to make sure his wife was alright.
 
Cheryl stepped out of the shower, having scrubbed her skin almost raw. She wanted to wash Mancini off of her, his seed, his smell, and hopefully her memory of the experience.

She wrapped her body in a large bath sheet, and began to brush her teeth, and was in the midst of doing so when Greg walked into the bathroom.

They stared at each other in the mirror's reflection, and then she lowered her eyes and resumed brushing her teeth. She couldn't do this, not now, she did not want a post mortem on it, she wanted to forget it. But even as one part of her brain was telling her that, her pussy was clenching with desire at what mancini had made her feel - he had made her feel like a woman, like a creature of sexual desire, something she had never felt before, and a part of her felt like she had had a sexual awakening, much more profound than when she had lost her virginity.

She turned to Greg, saying "I need to go to bed, to get some sleep!" and she wondered what he was going to say. Had he noticed her orgasming? really orgasming? Had he heard her moaning and crying and realised how much of it was due to pleasure, or had it thought it was as a result of her ordeal.
 
When Greg arrived in the master bedroom suite, his gorgeous wife had clearly just taken a shower, and was brushing her teeth. At her exclamation that she needed to sleep, he simply nodded. He wanted to blow up at her, at least part of him did, but he couldn't bring himself to do so. "Sure thing," he told her, his eyes reflecting the confusion his emotions were bringing out in him. No matter what else he might be feeling, though, he knew that her actions had saved his life, so he was not going to scream at her right now. With a heavy sigh, he sat down on the side of the bed he normally slept on and put his head in his hands.

As he waited for her to join him in bed, all he could see in his mind's eye was Cheryl under Mancini, writhing in pleasure. Cumming for the mobster scumbag, harder than he had ever seen a woman cum, even in porn movies he had seen. And despite the anger, the shame, and the despair, the things he could not help but imagine left what manhood he had hard as a rock. If she looked, she would notice him shifting unconsciously, as he sometimes would before initiating their mild lovemaking.
 
Cheryl was in turmoil. Did Greg think her a whore? Would he ever touch her again, or had he been revolted and repulsed by her??

She slid under the covers, and lay there. She didn't touch him, wondering what was to happen to them, to their marraige. She dare not risk touching him, terrified that he would reject her. They needed to talk, but the emotion was way too raw.

She didn't cry, she couldn't. She simply lay there, and waited for Greg to either say or do something.
 
When Greg felt her climb into the bed, he stood and went about removing his own clothes, stripping down to his boxers. Once he did, the erection he had been sporting since she had fucked Thomas downstairs was quite apparent, tenting out against the fabric concealing it from sight. Slowly, he laid down next to her, facing her as he lounged on his side. After a long moment of silence, he told her in a low voice full of tension, "For what its worth, I'm sorry honey." Of course, there was a lot more going on in his mind, but at the beginning of it all, this was his fault.

He had no idea what was going to happen between them now, either, but he knew that talking about it too much right away was likely a bad idea. Nerves were still far too raw, on both of their accounts. If he'd had any notion of what sort of good time Thomas Mancini was off having right at that moment, he likely would have had to vomit.
 
"For what its worth, I'm sorry honey."

That statement said a lot, and said nothing at all!! Cheryl looked at him, wondering what he meant, outside of the obvious nature of the statement.

"I can't talk now, Greg, I just can't!" she exclaimed, and she lunged at him, hoping against hope that he would hold her, and not turn her away.

She clung to him, and she wanted him to make love to her, to wash away the horrible memory of Mancini forcing himself on her in such a horrid way. And yet, even as she thought that, a little part of her acknowledged that it wasn't, strictly speaking, true.
 
"I know, and I'm not ready to discuss it either," he said, letting out a deep breath, "I just wanted to let you know that I am sorry about it." As she reached out to cling to him, he wrapped his arms around her in turn. When she drew close, though, her belly pressed firmly against the hardness in his boxers, bringing an involuntary groan from his lips. Biting his lip, he looked at her, not knowing what she was going to think about him being so aroused, considering everything that had happened that evening.

Still, he could not bring himself to say anything to her, his cheeks actually reddening. He was frozen, his arms wrapped around her, hoping that she would not think him twisted for his excitement.
 
Thank God!! She still turned him on!! And so much quicker than usual.

Often he would come to bed horny, after watching some internet porn. He thought she didn't know, she simply chose not to make an issue of it, but tonight, tonight he was very much aroused, and he hadn't watched anything........... anything except Mancini riding her hard and fast!!!!

She looked at him, noting his blush, and she knew, in that instant she knew that he had been aroused by watching the mobster fuck her every which way, while the two goons looked on!!

She was shocked! Utterly and totally shocked!! But she still clung to him, and she whispered in his ear "if you want to, I'd like for you to make love to me............ I need to........... get rid of him as the memory of the last man who touched me."
 
He was relieved at her answer, even if her eyes showed that she knew what had him so hard. "Yes...I...would like that," Greg told her, sounding as nervous as he had been the first time they'd had sex, just as his political career was taking off. Slowly, carefully, he moved atop her, as if afraid of hurting her, pushing his boxers down first so that his cock, which seemed so small now compared to Mancini's, was free, the head already glistening with precum. She had never seen him so turned on.

Moving between her thighs, he pushed into her slowly with a groan of pleasure. Contrary to the horror that had been going through his mind, he still felt her inner walls, even if they didn't grip him quite as tightly as they once did. Still, even when fully inside her, he came nowhere near filling her as Thomas had. Staring into her eyes, his hips began to move in slow, careful thrusts that made him moan with pleasure despite the concern he had that she would not be able to enjoy it as much as he did.
 
Cherly was relieved when Greg rose up, and settled himself between her legs. He entered her slowly and carefully, and, for the first time ever, she wondered if her husband was below par in the manhood department.

She gripped him with her thighs, and he began to move slowly at first, and then increasing a little, watching her reaction constantly, and she felt so incredibly nervous.

She was terrified that her thoughts might show on her face. She could not help but make comparisions between the mobster and her husband - the former treated her like a sex object, the latter, like she was made of spun glass, and despite the fact that she knew her husband loved her, he was no where near as good a lover as the mobster, and she hated Mancini for making her feel that way.
 
As his pleasure grew, Greg's thrusts grew faster, but still did not approach the intensity of Thomas'. He knew that he would not last long; he had been hard for far too long as it was. Cheryl would know by the intensity of his moans that he was near his end already, after what was a short time even for him. Finally, he pushed as deep into her as he could, and grunted as he came, his hot cum spurting inside her for a few short seconds before he was panting for breath.

A weak, apologetic smile crossed his lips as his climax ended; he knew that he had not lasted this time, but was grateful for the release all the same. "Thank you, my dear," he whispered softly, his eyes still full of confusion as he stared into her face, his breath slowly returning to normal. Already, his cock had grown flaccid and slipped out of her, leaving her empty once more.
 
Cheryl was struggling to gain some pleasure from Greg's thrusting. It was as though she had seen the light with Mancini, and now everything was even more dull than it had been before, still, she might orgasm, she might experience that wonderful, bone melting feeling.

He was grunting and moaning, and she knew, she knew without a doubt that he was about to finish, already. She was no where near, but then she had never come with him before, but this was incredibly quick, even for Greg.

Moments later, he pulsed, and groaned a little louder, and finished, pulled out with a sheepish smile, and left her wanting what she now knew she could have. still, she managed a smile and cuddled him, and while he fell asleep, she stared at the ceiling, and visualised the ganster as he rode her.
 
Despite her cuddling him, Greg was a long time falling asleep. It would have been longer still, had he known what was going through her mind as she laid there next to him in bed. When sleep finally came, he dreamed of her and Mancini, over and over again. The events of that evening had clearly made a mark on his psyche.

The following morning, he rose early, as he had a busy day ahead of him with City Council meetings and an appointment later in the afternoon with the governor. Sighing as he rose, he did his best not to disturb his wife as he rose and got ready for the day, taking a quick shower before getting dressed. Looking down at Cheryl as she slept, he felt a tightness in his chest, hoping that she would be able to forgive him. Hopefully that evening, they would be able to talk more about what was going on. Leaning down, he softly brushed his lips across hers, and whispered, "I have to get going, babe. Have a good day."
 
"I have to get going, babe. Have a good day."

It had been longer than she could remember, since Greg had used a term of endearment. She mumbled "you too!" and went back to sleep.

She awoke sometime later, and went for a shower, Greg's cum making her sticky. While in the shower, she thought again about Mancini, and she took down the shower head, and used it to stimulate herself, leaning back against the tile wall, and she played it over her skin, over her throbbing pussy, and made herself cum over and over.

She imagined herself being fucked, taken, used by Mancini, as her body imploded.
 
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